Well, Rosie, that was the Summer!? We've had a nice few days since the beginning of September - and a couple of downpours - but it would appear that the chill in the air does not mean the end of Global Warming, only the end of the rather disappointing British Summer. Still, we might get a proper one next year, so it's out with the old ones and in with the new seed catalogues and a whole new plan for the Veggie Patch for the next growing season.
After the previous "Investigation Stage" came the beginning of the "Installation Stage" with the coming of the really, really big digging machine. 
Very Big - wasn't it Rosie?
A truly enormous spoil heap was created - despite shed-loads of stuff being carted away during the digging process. I'm hoping to have a naming ceremony for Suffolk's Only Mountain - I was thinking of calling it Doris!
Soon, our doughty Landlord arrived and began his toil with a transporter carrying mixer and shovel, creating a cushion of concrete for the lovely lady Digester to sit her sit-upon on.
And so it was.
He even brought his own water with him - we're metered! - to help with the filling that was to come slightly later when "She" arrived:
And what a beauty she is! This picture was taken after the ready mix concrete was poured up to her waist soon after she was filled to her middle with water to hold her down. I am calling her "Mary" after Queen Mary, who had the same demeanor! Not long now and we will no longer have to check that All Was Flushed Away after every - ahem - "operation". Oh, what joy unbounded!
On more interesting note, the turkeys are growing nicely. Well, they should be, too! The amount of food a dozen turkeys can put away is astounding. Still, we do want them to grow and they are looking a lot better than last year's - mostly due to the new, improved, bigger run, and living in a Horsebox! Well, yes. I know, but they seem to be ok and (touch wood!) we haven't lost any to the vixen that lives in the wood beyond the field next to us!
They seem mostly unperturbed by the upheaval and the arrival of Mary in their line of sight.
We did have a little bother immediately before they were moved from their "poult" (baby turkey) run, with one of the white ones getting "boredom" pecked in the wing
. Since the move, about three weeks ago she is now fine again and is growing nice, new, clean feathers. Another disaster in the move was that The Bloke broke a turkey and it had to be euthanized. We ate it and it was lovely - small, but lovely. And then there were 12!
On a lighter note, I was talking to Trojan The Grey, who is a 17-year-old, 17.2hh gentleman who lives on the land to the East of ours and he posed for a picture or two that I thought I would share with you. Isn't he lovely? And such a kind, gentle soul!
I love him!
Chow, Amici!
1 comment:
Oh how I long for rural life! Your blog is interesting :)
Thanks for stopping by to visit me and looks like you'll have to cook for your hubby after all with all those wonderful vegetables!
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